Susan''s eyes narrowed as she peered through the crack in the door, her gaze fixated on Lysander, whose normally stoic face


    was softened by a look of genuine concern.


    And the object of his tenderness? The very woman Susan loathed to her core—Thssa.


    The sight twisted Susan''s heart into a tight knot of rage and venom.


    Damn that Thssa, why didn''t she just drop dead? With her frail, sickly act—whom was she trying to fool?


    Was it all just to garner Lysander''s pity?


    Susan watched, her breathsing in harsh, ragged pulls as Lysander cradled Thssa in his arms, his eyes revealing a depth


    of emotion he''d never shown before.


    She seethed with a hatred so fierce it made her chest heave. But she couldn''t barge in now, not without facing Lysander''s wrath.


    He''d surely turn on her if sheid a finger on Thssa.


    So, biting back her resentment, Susan stormed away.


    It didn''t matter. She had time on her side, and she''d make sure that Thssa and Lysander''s paths diverged permanently.


    After all, Thssa was starting to believe that Evelyn''s death had Lysander''s fingerprints all over it.


    No one could forgive the person responsible for their mother''s demise, especially Thssa, whose bond with her mother was


    unbreakable.


    Thssa''s world had crumbled with her mother''s passing, and thest person she could stomach was the ones who drove her


    mom to death.


    As pain clutched at Thssa''s heart, her vision swam and her legs buckled, almost sending her to the ground if not for


    Lysander''s firm grasp.


    His arms had held her many times before, their strength and tension once setting her pulse racing and her breaths short.


    But now, the very same arms felt like chains, tightening around her and suffocating her.


    As consciousness wed back into her mind, she weakly pushed against him, her effort barely a whisper of strength.


    With a feeble voice, she used, "You had always despised my mother. Now that she''s gone, you must be pleased."


    Thssa''s push was feeble, but Lysander could feel the pressure against his arm as though it were a boulder crushing his chest,


    making it hard to breathe.


    "I never hated your mother," he said, his voice rough with emotion.


    Sending Evelyn to the police station had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, especially since Bruce was locked up at the time,


    which should have meant safety for her.


    It was onlyter, after David investigated thest call Evelyn received, that they learned the truth. It was Lucy who had called,


    telling Evelyn about Bruce''s HIV status.


    Those words had been the final blow for Evelyn.


    "You''re lying!" Thssa''s hands trembled, tears streaming down as she stared at Lysander, breaths jagged with grief.


    He hadn''t hated her mother?


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    And although he had cleared Sybil''s


    death of any direct link to Evelyn,


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    Thssa took a shaky breath and


    faced Lysander, her voice quivering


    with every word, "When we were


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    waited until she was nearly drowning


    before you rescued her! And the


    bedding in my room, just because


    she had sat on my bed once, you


    demanded they be changed!" Please


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    Not to mention that he''d gone so far as to manipte the front desk staff into evicting her mother just to get her out!


    If all these actions weren''t proof enough of his disdain, what was?


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